My Royal Name

When I sleep I dream of crimson

And my power as a ring giver.

Drunken blades I often remember,

And the clamor of their treason.

This face is all but nothing,

A mirror reflects a disguise.

In sleep I found new life,

But I never wake to the word King.

From a long line of betrayal

I was born on the streets of time.

Blades and crowns I replaced with rhymes,

Though no one knows I am royal.

Remove the steel from its home

And lick my precious rubies.

I am his echo, I am the statesman,

I am a new memory.

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